Under the cover of the supreme law of space-time stillness, all the five pavilions'' disciples, including the twelve blood guards and the fire phoenix, fell into a frozen state except for the dragon.


    Even the powerful existence of the emperor''s territory like the Lord of the punishment hall was irresistible. The whole person stood still like a statue.


    "Now, do you still doubt my identity?" the blind old man said hoarsely, holding a broom and facing the dragon.


    Long Bufan took a deep breath. After a long time, he adjusted his mood. All along, he thought that the mythical top figure of the venerable Lord was a fairy like existence. However, the reality is that he is a floor sweeper who is dressed simply and suspected of being blind.


    Long Bufan was really amazed at this gap. Immediately, he directly arched his hands and hugged his fist, saluted the blind old man in front of him as a disciple, and said in a respectful voice, "disciple long Bufan, meet the venerable Lord."


    Although there is a big gap in the image between the person in front of him and the venerable adult in his imagination, long Bufan has to be deeply respected for the old man who once used his life to defend the whole continent, as well as his strength, status or age.


    The blind old man smiled slowly on his face and said, "since you have obtained my martial arts inheritance chaotic marksmanship, I will make another exception and accept you as the closing disciple, that is, the third disciple."


    Hearing this, long Bufan suddenly looked confused and forced. His gift just now was just an ordinary etiquette for the elders by the disciples of the temple Pavilion. Unexpectedly, he was accepted as an apprentice so abruptly?


    This surprise is really too big?!


    Moreover, as a closed door disciple!


    The so-called closed door disciple, in the martial arts world, refers to the last disciple accepted by the master. After that, he will accept the mountain and no longer accept disciples. Instead, the disciples will accept disciples and grandchildren, and then pass them on to the disciples.


    For more than a thousand years, the Venerable Master has only two personal disciples, Bai Weng and Hong Tianyun. Now, he takes long Bufan as the third closed disciple, which is equivalent to the younger martial brothers of Bai Weng and Hong Tianyun.


    "So, isn''t your future status the same generation as Lord Bai Weng?"


    Thinking of this, long Bufan''s eyes flickered and couldn''t help swallowing. How could he miss such a great advantage with long Bufan''s temperament?


    Immediately, without pretending to be any reserved or polite, he gave another disciple''s gift, grinned and whispered, "teacher."


    "Teacher?"


    The Venerable Master''s gray eyes seemed to show a trace of surprise. Immediately, he smiled calmly and said: "your name is very strange. I sound much more pleasant. The two disciples in the past only dared to call me venerable master like others..."


    Speaking of this, the old man who did not know how long he had lived suddenly sighed and recalled the scene of the past. On his wrinkled face, there was a faint sense of mourning and silence.


    Long Bufan has been paying attention to each other. Naturally, he has captured the changes of the venerable adult, and his heart is also slightly filled with emotion.


    After all, the two disciples who were trained by themselves did not expect that one of them betrayed the temple Pavilion and the whole heaven and earth. He used the space martial arts he handed to each other and introduced strange demons, which plunged the world into misery.


    The other apprentice has been suffering day and night under heavy pressure for hundreds of years in order to suppress the terrible demon emperor.


    This situation, as the master''s venerable adult, no one can understand the grief in his heart.